Saturday, July 31, 2021

Kings and the Decay They Inherit: Chapter 1 – One Heart, One Family

Chapter 1 – One Heart, One Family

Two kingdoms loyal to Genus, a Pillar of Cognizance, are crowning their new kings. These kingdoms are called Fidelis and Benevolus, which were both founded by two brothers who had different ideas of how justice should be conducted. Aziel is one of these new kings from the kingdom of Fidelis and is about to be crowned in a ceremony.

“Aziel, do you accept this crown and all its burdens upon your shoulders?” the head bishop of the kingdom says.

“I do,” Aziel responds.

“Then take the Flame Cross of Cognizance and be blessed by its embers.”

Little flames come out from a staff with a fiery cross on it. These flames dance around Aziel and singe parts of his face and hair as they bless him with their energy.

“Genus is the Pillar of Cognizance that holds up the others. Without it, Gloria would not have kings or subjects, and Ecclesia would not have its laity or clergy. Family is the root of all and as the new root, you will lead not only our family, not only our kingdom but the world to Heaven. Take up your spear that you will lead your flock with Tool of God, King of Fidelis, and son of mine.”

The crowd prays while choirs sing for Aziel as he lifts his spear skyward. Meanwhile, Gabriel from the kingdom of Benevolus is christened by embers in much the same way by his father.

“Genus is the Pillar of Cognizance that holds up the others. Without it, Gloria would be forced to bend to the will of the people, and the Church would be in shambles. Without family, there can be no order, peace, and love. Family is the Pillar of Cognizance that bears the heaviest weight. Take up this weight and make your people proud, crush your enemies, and lead us all to Heaven!”

Gabriel’s crowd cheers and chants war psalms. Both kings are told to visit the archbishop to receive their final blessing that will help them be better kings. The two go together, as is tradition, in the same carriage together with members of the royal guard and family traveling with them.

Inside the carriage, Gabriel asks, “How did the ceremony go?”

“It was wonderful. What about yours?”

“Exhilarating, thrilling, invigorating. What other adjectives should I use to describe it? We’re kings now, Aziel. Shouldn’t you be more excited? Oh, wait that’s right. Your kingdom celebrates crownings differently than mine.”

“We just act more reverently than yours is all.”

“Giving a lot of energy in our ceremonies show greater reverence in our opinion. We should be putting our all into our service for God and family, so why wouldn’t we show it in every aspect of our lives including our ceremonies?”

“I’m only saying that we prefer it to be quieter and subtler. We let the silence of God speak to us. Do you put your all into your sleep as well?”

“If we could, we would. Just look at our weapons such as this mace that I wield. It can both stab and crush. It’s a tool for all occasions.”

“That’s true, but it can’t be the best in all occasions. This spear can get in the eye holes of armor and the gaps in it. If not, it can go right through it because of how strong it is and I am.”

“Whatever you say. A jack of all trades is typically better in all situations than a person who’s only best in one. How’s my uncle doing?”

“He’s doing good. He’s going to be resigning himself to a life of daily mass, penances, and teaching. What about your father? How’s he doing?”

“Great as always. Still training the new soldiers and keeping the people below him in line. In our system, the old king still has the power to make changes just in case we stray from the righteous path.”

Aziel and Gabriel talk about the way their kingdoms operate while also talking about current events and the state of their family and friends. By the time they reach their destination in the kingdom of Gratia, which is one of the kingdoms allied with Ecclesia and the place where they will be blessed by the archbishop. The drivers and guards thank God that the two cousins’ rambling has stopped.

“That’s our boys,” Gabriel’s father says with a laugh.

Aziel’s father agrees then says, “We were like that too when we were their age.”

“Speaking about that, do you want to duel when this is done?”

“No, you know I don’t like dueling. It divides our kingdoms, our families further apart.”

“How so?”

“Whoever wins gets bragging rights that one kingdom will hold over the other as if one is better than the other because of it. This will lead to conflict or at least an evening of the score, but you know that the kingdoms are not content with having the score evened. You remember all the fights we had until our fathers had to settle the score for good through a battle of their own that ended in a drawn.”

“Ah, it’s nothing but a friendly competition between family. Let the sore losers kick dirt and hold their grudges. We’ll deal with them if they cause trouble, so why don’t we duel? I’ve gotten better since our last duel. You won’t win this time.”

“I’ll consider the duel. Ask me later.”

“You always say that when I ask you to duel or even play cards with me. Fine, but this time, I’ll find you after the blessing and keep pestering you about this until you say yes.”

Aziel’s father is smart enough not to continue the argument and instead walks away. Everyone gathers to see Aziel and Gabriel be blessed by the archbishop. The archbishop is followed by his cardinals who hold up his robes so they do not touch the floor. Embers seem to dance around the man as if the graces within him cannot be contained in his soul with the staff that he’s carrying floats alongside him as if carried by his guardian angel. These flames then manifest as arms of black flame where his arms used to be. Before the two kings can be blessed, someone screams as a fight breaks out seemingly between those of the kingdoms of Genus and Ecclesia.

Aziel, Gabriel, and even the archbishop join in the fight. To end it quickly, the archbishop uses the flames from his arms along with his staff to target the aggressors and incapacitate them. Everyone else touched by the flames is unharmed except for the sinful who get burned a bit. In awe of his power, the two new kings ask the archbishop how he used his flames as if they were both children.

“I trust in God to use the flames. Do you really think an armless sinner like me can use this amazing power on my own?” the archbishop explains.

Once the bodies are taken away and the injured sent to the doctors, the ceremony resumes while the investigators look into why this happened.

“I bless you in name of God. The one who lights the flame of our conscious. The one who makes our darkness bright. The one who is truth and goodness itself. Together, you two bear the crowns of your kingdoms. Go, and glorify God through your actions. May He grant you the graces necessary for your noble duty.”

The kings are blessed by the Flame of Cognizance as their sense of good and evil and wisdom are enhanced by it. They then immediately go to the investigators to find out why there was a fight.

One of the investigators looks at the others before saying to the kings, “We think that this fight was started by members of the Benevolus kingdom, and it appears that the royalty of Benevolus was instrumental in this.”

“What?! That’s impossible! My father is very thorough in cutting out those who are disloyal to God, family, and state,” Gabriel says.

“This is just what we can see from the evidence we have so far. The assailants have been identified as high class members of your kingdom by their peers and your father. A deeper investigation will reveal more, but as of right now, the royalty of your kingdom is suspect.”

Gabriel takes Aziel aside then says, “We have to clear my kingdom’s name from this.”

“Of course we will. We need to know who the assailants were by getting the information from the investigators.”

“They have to give us the information. We’re kings after all.”

“But your royalty is suspect in this crime. I should be the one to retrieve the information from them.”

“You may become suspect in their eyes because you’re my cousin trying to help me out. Besides, kings aren’t meant to get involved in investigations like this and take it into their own hands.”

“Who says that we need to play by their rules?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes. As kings, we have a duty to clean up messes like this. The same witnesses the investigators talked to should give us the same information.”

Aziel’s assumption is proved right when the kings question the witnesses and Gabriel’s father.

After giving them the information, Gabriel’s father says, “I don’t like this one bit, boys. This feels like a setup to ruin our reputation.

“That’s what I think too, father,” Gabriel says.

“You too should conduct your own investigation if you feel it necessary.”

“Where should we start?” Aziel asks, “The assailants don’t seem to have any connecting factors and everyone we talked to were shocked by their actions.”

“I do know that they were close friends and met at a bar every Sunday. I suggest going to that.”

Aziel and Gabriel decide to do as Gabriel’s father says, and visit the bar where the assailants frequented that’s located in Benevolus. By the time they reach the bar, a shadowy force has already made its move to hide their actions. The kings draw the attention of everyone in the bar who whisper to themselves while others get their attention. Two people within the crowd then attempt to stab the kings but their assassination attempt was seen through as the kings parry the blades and stab the assassins with their own blades.

“My father didn’t raise a naïve boy,” Aziel says.

“Did you really think that my father didn’t teach me how to see through distractions?” Gabriel says before a fight breaks out in the bar.

The kings fight off everyone in the bar until there is no one left in it. Both their royal robes and the walls are splattered with blood. Those who witnessed the fighting cheer for the kings before guards finally come by to get rid of the bodies.

“That was just like the group training we did together,” Gabriel says.

“Yes, but with more blood. This is the first time I took a life,” Aziel somberly admits.

“Your first time? Your father didn’t train you to kill?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“My father did. We went out raiding dens of criminals. It wasn’t to get used to killing because every lost soul is a tragedy. It was just so I wouldn’t be afraid to kill if I had to.”

“It was wise for him to train you that way. Let’s search the bar to see if we can find out why these people attacked us.”

Gabriel and Aziel look through the rooms of the bar and find hidden rooms. These rooms contain plans and weapons along with symbols that belong to Fidelis.

“Aziel, what is the meaning of this?” Gabriel says with a tone that suggests he’s ready to fight him.

“I don’t know. I have no clue what this is about,” Aziel says.

“From what I’m seeing it looks like these people were from your kingdom trying to frame mine so that ours could be put to shame while yours is glorified.”

“Why would they try to kill me then?”

“It looks like these were defectors who want to drive a wedge between the two brother kingdoms. They’re loyal to their idea of what Fidelis should be rather than what it is.”

“So what does this have to do with me?”

“You are your father should’ve been on top of this.”

“Like how your father should’ve been on top of your royalty?”

“Don’t tempt me to fight you. I’m not in the mood for sarcasm.”

“Then I’ll let you know that these weapons aren’t from my kingdom.”

“How do you know?”

“Because our weapons are crafted better. Like I said before, we focus on specialties. Our blades are sharper and our hammers are blunter to fill their specific roles while these weapons are oddly basic in comparison. These knockoff katanas and maces would’ve been scrapped and reused to make something else. We are very stingy in our craftsmanship.”

“What else can you tell from it?”

“I can tell…huh. It looks like it was made in Gloria.”

“Gloria? Why would the kingdom of kings and royalty be involved in this?”

“Maybe they aren’t as a whole or maybe their supplies were just stolen from. Let’s look around a bit more.”

Shifting through the documents more, Aziel finds notes by some of the residents detailing their lack of control in their actions and thoughts along with something about a flame.

He shows these notes to Gabriel who determines that, “These are the ravings of madmen.”

“But it could be something more. Do you remember the golden flame?”

“That heretical flame created by that self-proclaimed goddess so many decades ago?”

“Yes.”

“No sinner has been able to create anything like it. Do you think that this is the flame that these people are talking about?”

“It would explain why our own would turn on us so suddenly and without a good explanation. This along with the weapons from Gloria suggests that the true culprit lies within there.”

“But where in Gloria and which kingdom that’s associated with it? Perhaps these weapons are just a red herring.”

“Perhaps but we have to try.”

“Sure. Let’s see how these weapons got here. I may not pay attention to all news in the trade business, but I am sure that we supply our own weapons and don’t bring in any foreign made ones.”

Questioning everyone around the bar reveals that the weapons came in by way of fancy looking carts. Among the carts of alcohol were the crates of weapons and guards who paid people to be silent or made them disappear. The kings try to interview a witness who is said to know more about the mysterious weapon traders, but this person tries running from them in fear. Thanks to his knowledge of the city, Gabriel is able to catch up to the witness and capture them for their investigation.

“Why did you run?” Gabriel asks with his hands on the witness’ shirt.

“I was afraid that you would kill me! There were so many times that I thought I was seen when I was spying on those weird people going in and out of the bar. I thought maybe this was the time that they finally decided to punish me for my snooping.”

“Tell us what you saw,” Aziel says as finally catches up.

“I saw many things! Heard many others as well. Men with golden black flames burning in their eyes. Talk of war, power, and manipulation.”

“Elaborate for us.”

“I saw…I saw…I see the death of two kings.” Before they can react, several people surround Aziel and Gabriel and restrain them. “You saw through our first trap, but not this one. It appears that neither of you is as bright as you seem.”

“Why are you doing this?! I demand an explanation!” Aziel says.

There’s a spark within Aziel’s eyes that the witness’ soul registers, but his own mind doesn’t.

This spark makes the witness spill the truth and say, “We were trying to give our home in Gloria more reasons to get the luxuries you enjoy so much. Family is everything and Genus profits and takes advantage of that more than anyone and hogs. Why give more money to kings and priests when you can give it to your mom and dad? It’s not like the other kingdoms are comprised of families or care about their own like you do, right?”

“But why us?”

“Because there’s already a rivalry in your kingdoms or did you forget that both kingdoms used to be one? It’s very easy to comprise a story that two kingdoms who have a rivalry between them became violent towards one another. I don’t know why I told you all this. Maybe you are graced by God, which is good. You’ll go straight to Heaven.”

“You won’t get away with this!” Gabriel says with a fiery passion that shows in his eyes.

This passion actually scares away two of their assailants, but that doesn’t stop them from being killed. Their bodies are taken to the authorities and false witnesses accuse them of a conspiracy to divide the kingdoms. Their killers say they are dead is because the killers accuse the kings of attacking them first for being witnesses to their so-called crime. Before any more can be said, flames begin to dance around the bodies of the dead kings before they begin to rise. A red fire burns within Gabriel’s eyes while a golden fire burns within Aziel’s eyes as the kings are resurrected. The crowds gathered around them watch in amazement while their killers try to hold their ground as some of them unwillingly stay as fear has grounded their feet.

Frightened by this sight, the conspirators use the power of the golden black flame to take control of several people to help them while others heed their call for help.

“Be careful not to kill the possessed ones, Gabriel,” Aziel says.

“You worry about them then. I’m going to smash these liars to pieces!” Gabriel says as he charges forward.

Gabriel stabs and smashes everyone he chooses to fight. The flames within him tell him the sins of all he focuses on. He is also granted knowledge of which are sinning intentionally and which are not in control of themselves. His strength is also increased by his flame as he effortlessly separates his enemies’ limbs from their bodies while his mace also burns them at the same time. Meanwhile, the flame within Aziel shows him the sins and virtues of those he focuses on. Aziel’s voice allows him to command people to stop or at least freeze like a strong temptation from a demon. At the end of the fight, the crowd cheers for them.

The kings then report back to their fathers and the archbishop what happened and they believe every single word of theirs because of the flame that has ignited within them, however, their fathers are a bit upset at the fact that they died even though they’re alive again. Both kingdoms of Fidelis and Benevolus conduct an investigation sanctioned by Ecclesia into Gloria to not only find further culprits and conspirators but to also start a dialogue with them to fix the problems that started this mess to begin with. Aziel and Gabriel are further blessed by the archbishop and give a speech to the crowd after the mass.

Aziel says to the crowd, “Friends and family. Let us come together as one people, one Church under God, and not cause divisions between each other. We are all sons and daughters of the same God, so let us treat each other that way.”

“We will only get to Heaven if we work together. We are each other’s keeper. This is our trial by fire. We stand together, help each other when we fall, and crush our enemies when they oppose us. Together, we will move past the sins of yesterday and into the glory of tomorrow.”

Their short speeches get the crowd cheering. As of right now, the kingdoms have never been closer to one another, and yet, they are still not the singular kingdom they once were. Still, both Aziel and Gabriel vow to work together and use the power of their flames for the glory of God and good of their people and not just their families.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

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The archbishop, the head of the Church, is beheaded by his wife as she takes his place. She uses her golden flames to cast a veil over both her allies' and enemies' souls so that she can control them and play their part in her plan to make the world a better place, but will playing God really be the solution to fixing the world's problems?

Veiled Godhood: Chapter 4 – Rose Like a Phoenix, Fell Like a Demon

Chapter 4 – Rose Like a Phoenix, Fell Like a Demon

Two months pass in the world that Freja has created. The world, for the most part, is at peace. Freja has most people under her control and the ones that she doesn’t are people who would do anything for her anyway. Those who choose to rebel or come to their senses and try to take Freja out of power are quickly dealt with typically within the same day thanks to her extensive network of spies and citizens who will snitch on their own. The Divine Flame of Cognizance slowly but surely begins to burn brightly, so all worries about it fading slowly begin to fade. In her castle, Freja enjoys her time with her husbands though she is still unable to conceive of any children. Still, she is satisfied with how the world is. This lasts until the day a strange number of citizens approach her gates. She doesn’t take note of them until she sees the sun being turn red as red and orange lightning strikes across the sky.

“You will release the people from your control and step down as the head of the Church or you will pay with your head,” a woman says from below.

“Why should I listen to you because you can put on this light show? Show your seriousness with your strength,” Freja says.

A singular man steps out from the crowd as black flames form from his arms. He breaks down Freja’s castle walls and through her guards. To counter this and demoralize them, Freja sends out everyone in the city after them to bring this annoyance to a quick end, however, it starts raining flames that burn away Freja’s veil from their souls. There are some who burn to dust as they resist the flames’ cleansing influence while others join forces with the mysterious group. Freja tries to counter by raining her golden flame from the sky, but this flame is snuffed out by the red one. No one, not even those in the castle or the buildings outside of it, is safe from the influence of the red flame as thousands of people have Freja’s control lifted from their souls.

“What is going on?” Freja says to the black dragon as she frantically heads down to face the group head on.

“I don’t know. You should’ve had every situation accounted for and every rebellion snuffed out before it could begin,” the dragon responds as it struggles to fly Freja down the ground while avoiding the rain of fire.

The black dragon is eventually hit by the raining fire. Freja and the dragon crash to the ground as they are engulfed by the flames. Seeing that their target has fallen down, the mysterious group heads back down to face Freja. Meanwhile, the dragon burns to ash while Freja struggles to put out the flame.

“Adulterer, murderer, false idol,” voices say in Freja’s head, “tyrant, thief.”

“No, no, no!” she responds to them only for the voices to repeat her sins to her along with the others she’s committed.

“Heresy, self-indulgent, slave master, liar.”

When the woman and the man with black flames for arms approaches her, Freja can clearly see that the woman is the one that she tried to force to sell her own while the man is the priest that she cut the arms off of.

“You may not remember me, but I remember you. You tried to have me sell off my family and friends, but by God’s grace, He gave me the strength to stop me before I did so. I then conducted my own rebellion under your nose. It’s a miracle that it worked out the way it did,” the woman says.

“Why are you telling me this?” Freja says as she continues to burn.

“Because I want you to know your failure. You couldn’t write history the way you wanted to even though you controlled the world. You couldn’t puppet the daily lives of men for long and override what real truth is. You couldn’t even be the head of the Church and punish and gave mercy to those who you deemed worthy of it. All in all, you couldn’t play God for long because you aren’t God. You aren’t even close to being divine.”

“I did more for the world than God ever did. People suffered and many were led into Hell because no one put them on the path of righteousness.”

“You may have been necessary for punishing us for our sins, but now that time is over. God is allowing you to live despite your severe burns through His mercy. Use that time wisely to repent.”

The priest with arms of flame takes the archbishop’s staff. Freja’s flame fade from the staff as a cross flame begins to burn in its stead.  In the cross flame, a symbol of the Flame of Cognizance, Freja sees three faces in one. Though the look the face is giving is stern, it is nevertheless calling out to her. The flames on Freja cease to burn her as she repents, however, her beauty has burned away and a crown of flames now adorns her head. This crown of flames burns her as penance for her sins. A Purgatory on earth for her to suffer as a sign of mercy.

For the rest of her life, Freja is an unknown woman who people scorn more than they pity as she travels the world looking for a place to belong, but she never does find it. This is until she sits by the Flame of Cognizance and uses her body to keep it going until her body turns to ash. Though no one will remember her name on earth, she will be remembered in Heaven. She may have played God for most of her life, but don’t we all when we choose to sin rather than do what is good?

 

The End

Friday, July 16, 2021

Veiled Godhood: Chapter 3 – Rebellion Against a Goddess

Chapter 3 – Rebellion Against a Goddess

“Many women have presented themselves bearing their exposed bodies with the promise to serve me and God. Why are you different?” the archbishop said as Freja dreams about the day they met.

“Because I have both beauty and power,” Freja says as she manifests her black flame.

“A black flame…a dark and yet bright one at that.”

“It’s not only that. Let me touch the shepherd’s staff.”

Intrigued by her, the archbishop lets Freja touch the staff that he uses to lead the faithful and is even more intrigued when he sees her black flame begin to have golden qualities. She then uses this golden flame to make one of the archbishop’s wives dance around in the way that she tells her.

“Impressive! Most impressive! How did you get your black flame to do that?”

“In a similar way to how the black flame can resonate with the Flame of Cognizance. The shepherd’s staff is a blessed relic that radiates with the power of the Divine Flame. It leads the faithful in the Church to follow God’s will, but when affected by the black flame, it can put a veil over people’s souls to follow your will. The power isn’t perfect though as some strong willed people can resist it.”

“That flaw of the golden black flame isn’t much of a flaw at all if you ask me. What you present to me is more than acceptable enough for me to add you to my wives.”

“I am honored, your holiness.”

Through her display, Freja becomes not only one of the archbishop’s wives, but also his righthand man. He made her use her golden black flame to influence his allies, enemies, and more to get his way even when she disagreed with him. She stayed loyal to him so that she could make changes in his philosophy and the way he ruled the Church. To ensure that she had all his attention, Freja would frame the other wives for wrongdoing and make their deaths appear to be accidents. The archbishop knew Freja was behind some of these and was fine with it. He even revealed this to her, which made her bolder in getting rid of the other wives. In the end, she ended up his only wife as the others were either exiled or killed.

Even with the other wives gone, Freja couldn’t completely have the archbishop’s attention as he valued his power more than her, so when she suggested a change in his thinking, he would ignore her if the change limited his power and wealth. It also didn’t help the Freja couldn’t conceive any children for the archbishop just like the other wives. This made Freja come up with a plan to take power for herself instead of trying to influence the head of the Church.

“My queen, my queen,” the archbishop’s voice rings through her head while she remembers killing him.

“My queen, my queen,” the black dragon says to wake her up.

“Hm? What’s the matter?” Freja asks.

“A spy of yours has returned. The priest that you sent out to do your will has betrayed us.”

“I knew he would.”

“It’s not in the way that you thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s broken free from your influence, found out from his watchers that it was you who influenced him, and is leading a rebellion to dethrone your rightful role as Saint Queen and head of the Church. I told you that you should enhance your flame.”

“This changes nothing. In fact, this is a good thing. Not only will we make an example of them, but I will also show how my power makes me invincible.”

“Of course, my queen. Forgive my doubt.”

Freja heads out with a small army behind her to quell this small rebellion. She commands her army to surround the large city as she heads in by herself.

“Traitors!” Freja says as her voice echoes throughout the land and the sky turns black, “Come out to face my divine wrath!”

Infuriated by Freja calling her wrath divine, the rebels come out of hiding to attack her all at once. Freja counters the attack by raining down golden black flames from the sky on them, so she can submit their wills to hers, however, very few of them fall to her commands.

“You cannot resist me!” she says while struggling to make the stubborn submit.

Seeing that she’s getting nowhere with the stubborn, she makes their allies fight for her. Though she is still outnumbered, she’s able to use her flame and what little allies she can use as the streets are painted red with blood. During the fight, Freja bolsters her forces by taking the wills of the civilians that she finds hiding in their homes, businesses, and churches.

“Serve the Saint Queen by fighting my foes,” she tells them.

Now, with more forces on her side, the odds are in her favor. Some of the traitors are demoralized by having their family and friends turn on them, which makes it easier for Freja to turn them to her side. After three hours of fighting and bloodshed, the priest that orchestrated this rebellion comes out to meet Freja.

“Stop! Your dark flame will no longer harm anyone else. You will harm no one else,” the priest says as he readies himself with his shield and spear.

“I never needed to harm anyone if you did as you were told,” Freja responds.

“And harm more souls? I think not. Your corruption of the Church and her faithful ends here.”

The armies of both sides watch as the priest and Freja fight. To gain an edge over the priest, Freja uses her golden black flame like always, but she finds that his will is immovable. It doesn’t even work to distract him or take him over his guard. Instead, Freja sneakily uses one of the people she has control over to sneak on a nearby roof while the two fight. Her slave then takes out his bow and shoots the priest in the back. Freja then takes advantage of this opportunity by cutting off the priest’s arms before grabbing him by the neck and making her golden black flame flow through him. Her flame cauterizes his wound so that he won’t die from bleeding out, but at the same time, he still feels like he’s burning from the inside out. Despite all this, the priest still refuses to submit to Freja.

Seeing that she’s getting nowhere with him, but feeling the man’s sense of defeat, Freja strangles the priest while saying, “I will not dirty my blade with your tainted blood! Crawl away from me and sulk in your failure!”

This demoralizes the priest as he runs away while tripping over himself. The rest of his allies lose their faith leading to most of them falling under the control of Freja and killing themselves before confessing their crimes.

Once her army and the rest of the city are gathered around her, lightning flashes through the sky while Freja says, “This is the fate of all who stand against me. Their reward is death and the destruction of their corrupted cabal. No one can stand against us no matter how strong or cunning they may be. No one can stand against the strength of the Church. No one can stand against the divinity of the Saint Queen!”

“All hail the Saint Queen! All hail the goddess of the Church!” the crowd chants.

On the way home, the dragon says, “You were right to use this rebellion in your favor, my queen. The people will now view you as divinity incarnate.”

“I might as well be.”

“You did influence the people to call you the goddess of the Church. You’re not putting yourself on the level of God, are you?”

“I’ve brought peace to the Pillars of Cognizance. They fear me, they bow down to me, and they serve me. I might as well be an angel sent by God for all the good I did for the world in such little time.”

“You’re right, my queen. You are a blessing given flesh.”

With this victory, Freja’s confidence in her ability is restored and her doubts about it are put in the back of her head. She doesn’t even worry about the other woman she influenced as kingdoms within Ecclesia and many from Genus and Gloria come to submit themselves to Freja. There are even people from the Anathema regions that come back to the kingdoms under the Pillars of Cognizance to live as they please with groups of them going to Freja to tell her how much they appreciate her for changing the Pillars for the better. While this is happening, the Flame of Cognizance is dim, however, man’s sense of good and evil doesn’t appear to have changed. In fact, Freja and her allies think that their sense of good and evil is better than it’s ever been, so most chose to ignore it.

Satisfied with her actions, Freja tells her story to be recorded so that future generations will learn from her example. She relaxes in her riches, glory, and popularity as she writes the end of her story.

“I’ve done it, mom and dad,” Freja says before burying her parent’s will in their grave before heading back home to choose her husband or rather husbands to keep her company.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Veiled Godhood: Chapter 2 – Rigging the Plot

Chapter 2 – Rigging the Plot

When the crowds settle, Freja meets her spies and leaders who have brought the people to her that she wants to meet. These people are affected by her golden flames and wish to serve her in any way that they want. Freja sends her allies outside of the room as she gives these important leaders their roles to play. One is a king known for his virtue. He has been critical of Ecclesia’s teachings and the way it conducted itself political. A traditionalist at heart, the man is devoted to God, but not so much to the Church.

As a punishment, Freja tells him to, “Show your true face that I know lies beneath your fake virtue. Cheat on your wife first in private then publicly in the worst way possible like you want to. After, you will repent before you are killed.”

The next person is an influencer in politics. This priest is known for his pacifism and his ability to calm down almost any situation. At the same time, he’s a good fighter that can quell a fight should one come up. He’s been unfavorable to the Church in terms of favor as he’s been giving more to the other Pillars of Cognizance, Genus and Gloria.

“Because of your faithlessness to mother church, you will slaughter your supporters until you fall. Let your blood be the cost of your penance,” Freja commands the man to do.

Another influencer that Freja uses her flame to cast a veil over their soul is a woman. A common woman as a matter of fact who has nothing special about her other than the fact that she’s a shining example of a mother and member of her community for all the work that she does for it. It’s even said that she’s more influential than the king and queen of her home. This mother is instrumental in Freja’s plan because of her connections and there isn’t really anything that Freja doesn’t like about her other than the mother’s seemingly perfect soul.

“Conduct your shadowy business of buying and selling your own in the shadows where they belong before I bring your actions to the light. When that time comes is when you’re allowed to repent,” Freja says.

Freja then gives tasks to the people surrounding the three major figures before sending them out.

“You have given them very dark tasks,” the black dragon says to Freja.

“I know the darkest parts of their souls and what tempts them. I use this to give them what they want while also giving them a chance to serve me while also saving their souls in the end.”

“Humans are very weak to sin. It’s good that you’re taking that into account for your plans while also allowing them to redeem themselves. You are a very merciful queen.”

Since Freja is tired and needs to wait for the seeds that she’s planted to bear fruit, she goes to take a well deserved sleep. As she sleeps, she dreams of her past. She remembers being in the Anathema regions of the world where the Divine Flame of Cognizance is hardly felt as well as the presence of God and goodness. While she was young, she wondered why she was here and not in the many kingdoms allied to the Pillars of Cognizance, but her parents died before she could ask. All she could tell from their actions was that they were trying to change the Pillars from the outside by creating their own society. In a dying note, they told Freja to do what she thought was right and continue their work. Even though she wasn’t too close to her parents, she did as she was told in her own way.

Freja reflects on her past while she waits for the right moment to act. In the meantime, she imposes her will on the people that come to her and the ones that her spies bring to her so that she can have more spies and failsafes just in case something goes wrong with her original plans.

The black dragon notices her thinking and asks, “Is something the matter, my queen?”

“No, I’m just thinking.”

“Your schemes are going as planned. What is there to think about? You’ve been sending out spies, diplomats, and soldiers to do your will and cover any blind spots that you may be missing. Be careful not to set up a trap for yourself.”

“I’m done setting up the pieces and the backup pieces. All that’s left to do is play the game.”

“Then bask in the praise of the people, enjoy your riches, and take your due rest.”

Taking the advice of the dragon, Freja rests and during this sleep, she dreams again of her past. She remembers how the cultists she knew drew her black flame’s power out of her along with the perverted and violent things she did that she told herself that she had to do to get by. It wasn’t until she entered the kingdoms of the Pillars of Cognizancec did she have a goal that she called her own. Freja witnessed injustice as the poor and people of the Pillars were taken advantage of and ignored by their leaders and their own.  There seemed to be very few who were devoted to God and goodness as the Divine Flame of Cognizance was waning as well as man’s sense of good and evil. The families of Genus cared only for their own and allies while distancing themselves from whoever disagreed with them. Meanwhile, Gloria dealt in politics like always with their capital buildings becoming places of worship for their political figures that they treated like gods. Even those in Ecclesia were neglecting the dogma that they are responsible for teachings as they embraced their own self-serving truths.

Among these, the archbishop had a harem of women despite taking a vow of celibacy. In this, Freja saw a way to fix the world as she abandoned her cult with the excuse that she was going to infiltrate the Church from within. This is where her dream ends as Freja is reminded why she does the things she does and just in time too as word of one of her plots bearing fruit comes to her. The king that she told to cheat on his told has done as she said.

Her spy reports that, “Once the king’s adultery was found out, he hid and cheated with more women in private just as you predicted, however, when one woman refused his advances, he raped her in public. The strangest thing about it was his face. He appeared to be horrified at what he was doing as he cried while also appearing to enjoy himself. After that, he slit his own throat. The new king that has taken his place is now exposing his other sins along with the sins of his family and friends, but he needs help finding the traitors and bringing them to justice.”

“Assemble all who are available to fight. This treason will not go unpunished,” Freja says.

The spy goes out to do as Freja says.

“Your plan did not go exactly as you wanted,” the dragon says.

“I still got the result I wanted. Everything is going according to plan,” Freja responds.

“Of course it did. I am only pointing out that you may want to enhance your flame after you find the ‘traitors’.”

Before going out, Freja considers the dragon’s words. When she arrives at her destination to take care of the king’s allies, she uses her power that she has over them to come out and pretend to be villains before starting a fight that ends in their deaths. The act appears to be convincing, but Freja sees firsthand them resisting her influence with the subtle details in their faces.

“It’s just as you predicted, my queen. Those that oppose the Church are nothing more than traitorous snakes,” the new king says to her.

“Make sure this never happens again,” Freja says before turning to the crowds around her. She amplifies her voice as she says, “Take heed to the events of today, all you witnesses and sinners. I, Queen Freja, am the blade of justice sent by God Himself. All who defy the Church will be punished with persecution and penance. If you defy me, you defy the Will of God itself. There are only two options for you. Submit or perish. This is your final warning!”

The crowd cheers for her as they chant, "All Hail the Saint Queen Freja!"

“You’ve made a fine example of the ‘traitors’, my queen,” the black dragon says on the way back home as Freja rides on his back.

“Yes, the first of many examples. My plans are not yet fulfilled.”

“What of strengthening your golden black flame? The people who disagree with your will have shown that they can resist it to a degree.”

“They can do very little against it. My golden black flame is perfect and my intentions pure. It is why I obtained the victory I sought today.”

“Of course, my queen. Forgive my questioning.”

Despite most of her plan going the way she wanted, Freja still feels uneasy about her power and begins thinking if it is truly as invincible as she once thought.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Veiled Godhood: Chapter 1 – Goddess, Priestess, Queen

Chapter 1 – Goddess, Priestess, Queen

A nearby royal guard protects the archbishop from an assassin’s blade that almost hits its target. The assassin kills the guard and the other two who go after her while the rest of the room is shocked.

“Traitorous witch! Get her!” the archbishop says as his guards take him to a safe room.

A squad of royal guards attacks the assassin, and despite their numbers, they are unable to lay a scratch on her thanks to her dark, golden flame. She uses the same dark, golden flame to break through the loyal guards and soldiers of the archbishop and break through the walls of his saferoom. The cowering archbishop tries to plea for his life while reaching for a hidden blade in his clothes, but the assassin knows his tricks and kills him before he can act.

“My queen…why?” the archbishop says as his final words.

She then cuts off his head, breaks his staff, and infuses it with her black flame to create an axe as black flames come out at the top of the staff where a cross-like object used to be. To match her look to her new sense of freedom, she cuts her armor and dress. It now looks like something similar to that of an amazon or exotic dancer because of how showy it is.

“That’s much better,” she says with a satisfied sigh.

More soldiers come into the room as they try to avenge their fallen leader, but her new axe and ability with it allows her to cast a veil over their minds as a form of mind control.

“Bow down to your queen,” she commands.

The soldiers do as she commands as her black flames touch them.

“Gather the people so I can bring to them the good news,” she says and the soldiers do as she commands.

When the people hear the news, they immediately gather in the square. Nearly everyone in the capital of Ecclesia, Petra, gather when they hear the news. The assassin now queen of Ecclesia stands before the crowd on the balcony of the castle church. She soaks in the praise and adoration of the people who thank her for what she's done as she holds the head of the archbishop before throwing it down to them.

“The tyrant of an archbishop is dead!” the queen proclaims to the thunderous applause of the crowd, “You have suffered under his rule. You have stayed faithful while he fell to evil and enriched himself and his allies. He even abused me, his wife, so I know more than anyone his faults and failures, but starting today, we take control of our kingdom. With me as your queen, I will lead us to Heaven. I will lead us to victory over our enemies! I will lead us to glory!”

The queen uses her staff to light up the sky so that the sun becomes black and golden. Black lightning flashes across the sky as flames of gold rain from the sky, and yet, burn nothing. Instead, it enlightens the minds of the people that it touches as their wills become veiled and submit themselves even more to their queen.

She then says, “Witness the power of the golden black flame. Though the black flame has been associated with evil and idolatry, I have made it bright and pure. This flame attests to the purity of my intentions and soul and shows that I am chosen by God to lead us to a bright future as the new head of the church militant on earth.”

As she says this, all the people who hear her voice bow down to her. After this spectacle, she gathers the leaders under her and gives them her instructions to gather certain people from different kingdoms that she can use to further her plans.

During the meeting, one of her allies says, “How are we going to get these highly valuable targets? Even with our resources, it’s going to be a challenge, and doing it covertly in a short amount of time will make it nearly impossible.”

“Here’s how,” the queen blesses her subordinates with the golden black flame, “The power contained within this flame was used by cult leaders to influence their sheep and conquerors like that legendary pirate queen from the past that created creatures of flame that she could control. It takes both mastery over one’s soul, one’s black flame, to properly use.”

“Does it contain the Divine Flame of Cognizance within it?”

“Of course it does. Do you not see its golden glow?”

“I see it, but it’s not a manifestation of it that I’m familiar with.”

“Trust me. It has given us the power to change the world for the better. To change it as we see fit to bring people to the path of righteousness. This seizure of power and the people bowing to me should be more than enough to prove my God-given strength and virtue.”

“Then we will follow your every command, Queen Freja.”

Freja’s spies, soldiers, and leaders go out into the world as she commands as her citizens spread the word of what she’s done. The other kingdoms that are allied to Ecclesia are shocked by the news as kings and queens try to make a personal visit to talk to her, however, they find that she’s adventuring alone to find an artifact to increase her golden black flame’s power. There’s a cult dedicated to drawing out the power of their black flame that’s been a threat to the people of Ecclesia. Soldiers come back from battle with reports of a black dragon that has been injured but never slain as it always retreats to heal itself before it can be killed. No one, not even those blessed by the Flame of Cognizance, has been able to defeat the dragon much less put a dent in the cult’s numbers.

This, in addition to a special crown that is said to increase one’s black flame, is why Freja has been searching for the dragon and this particular cult. She goes alone as she is confident in her abilities and the power of her golden flame. Eventually, she finds the cult conducting their usual ceremony of human sacrifice on a hill to increase the dragon’s power. The stealthy approach is the best option in her mind so she gets off her horse, sends it back home, and walks the rest of the way to the hill. On her way to the top, she uses the archbishop’s staff that’s she’s imbued with her golden black flame to strike the cultists from the shadows and take control of their minds.

The dragon at the top of the hill notices that the number of its servants is dwindling and says in a deep demonic voice, “I sense your sinful flame, queen. Reveal yourself.”

Freja unleashes a rain of golden black flames upon the rest of the dragon’s servants to control their minds and to completely outnumber the dragon.

“Afraid to face me yourself? You’re not a very brave queen.”

“I came by myself to take your power and the crown for myself.”

“How about we make a deal? Face me by yourself and if you best me, then I will serve you, but if I best you, then you will serve me.”

“Deal.”

Freja makes the dragon’s followers run away from the fight and hide in a safe place. The dragon flies in the air and breathes black flames around Freja. She runs to take cover while raining down her own flames from the sky to bring the dragon down to the ground where the dragon moves around like a snake with legs. It breathes a black fog from its mouth to obscure Freja’s vision as it slithers around and tries to chomp at her when it thinks she’s off guard. Freja dodges out of the way and can only scratch the dragon with her axe. Even raining down fire doesn’t seem to have an effect as the dragon keeps coming.

“Give up your soul to me. Your black flame is already tainted. It is only a matter of time before you fall,” the dragon says.

“I have not fallen yet, beast! It is you who will be mine. The fact that I can wield the archbishop’s staff with my black flames proves my purity!” Freja responds.

“The archbishop’s staff may be a product of the Divine Flame that prods the faithful sheep, but in your hands, it is a broken tool that has been perverted by your sin.”

This makes Freja mad and heightens her senses enough so that she’s able to react quickly to the dragon’s next attack as she hits it in the head then shoves it into its neck as it screams out in rebellion to her will.

“We had a deal! Suffer my will!”

“I submit!”

The dragon screams out as the dark fog clears from the dragon’s black flames that it shoots out into the sky. It then vomits out the crown she came for.

“Of all the places to keep it,” Freja says.

“It’s a safe place, is it not? Well, what are you waiting for? It’s your prize,” the dragon says with snark in his voice.

Freja takes the crown and puts it on her head with some disgust, however, this feeling is quickly washed away by a sense of power. A golden black flame burns from her head that’s like a crown as her flame is strengthened. The dragon, along with its followers, come out from their hiding places and bow down to her.

“Be careful with the power you have, my queen. Many will try to take it from you,” the dragon whose will has seemingly been completely submitted to Freja’s says.

“Let them come,” Freja says with a smile.

She then takes her dragon and new followers back to Petra. There, she finds that her hold over its civilians has weakened since many are worried that she might’ve died and the nature of her takeover of Ecclesia is critiqued, however, everyone is stunned when they see her come into the capital with her dragon and army of followers. Black lightning flashes across the sky while the sun turns black and golden like the first day that Freja took power. Her fire rains from the sky and makes her voice audible in the ears of everyone who is touched by her fire.

“Your queen has returned! I have come back with not only the dragon but its followers as well. If you had any doubts about my power being divine, then look and listen to the truth. In the days ahead, we will destroy evil and all who oppose us. We will put a divine fear in the hearts of the enemies of virtue. With my power and your support, we will be victorious!”

Freja’s citizens along with foreign kings and queens cheer her name and pledge their support to her as they are swept up by her display. She, in turn, savors it as she starts her conquest to bring peace to the world, put people on the righteous path, and make her dreams a reality.